“They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.”

                                                               Gabrielle Zevin

(photo by Catherine Massaro)

I wished for love – I have been loved.

I wished for money – it came and went.

I wished for a car – it was freedom!

I wished for long hair – then cut it all off.

I wished for a job – I got a paycheck.

I wished for a warm winter – I still do.

I wished for excitement – and found it.

I wished for a divorce – and got it.

I wished for peace of mind – daily.

I wished for wonder – and it surrounds me.

I wished for escape – and learned how to leave.

I wished for a studio – dreams come true.

I wished for New Mexico – days of heaven.

I wished for connections – where is my tribe?

I wished for friends – they give me joy.

I wished for a road trip – to never end.

I wished for my youth – and I got a grandchild.

I wished for a good nights sleep – and to die peacefully in it. 

I wished for art school – where I found myself.

I wished for a pony – but never got it.

I wished for my period – most of the time it came.

I wished for a girl – and got a boy, with no regrets.

( see ART tab for  WHAT I WISHED FOR  canvas collage)

We’re having a heat wave. Should be over 100 for the next 3 or 4 days. I’m waiting to see if it breaks a record in Death Valley as they are predicting. If you have never driven through Death Valley, though I would not recommend you go now (February is nice!) it’s a wonderful surprise, and very ‘desert’ beautiful. Plus you get to stand at the lowest spot below sea level in the U.S. The starkness of a desert landscape is so beautiful to me and I took so many pictures of the sand dunes. But it’s not for everyone. All of nature is beautiful to me though – I have yet to find a corner of this country that I did not find beauty in. Or maybe it’s through an artists’ eye, because after all … being an artist is all about noticing things.

(photograph by Catherine Massaro)

You can change your entire outlook on life today. You can change your point of view on every move you make by considering this.

It’s not HAPPINESS you should count on in life.

It’s CHANGE.

I can count on the weather changing –  and look forward to the seasons.

I can count on getting older – as I watch my grandaughter grow and thrive.

I can count on life being a puzzling challenge – and proudly finding the pieces that create the picture of my life.

And for now…right now, I can count on the sun rising daily and setting each night. And with everything I do in between those hours I can count on change to guide me through each second, minute, and hour of  my life.

(photo by Catherine  Massaro –  sunrise over the Grand Canyon)

In the land of enchantment…ahhhhhhh.

(photo by Catherine Massaro)

Usually around June, like a migrating bird, I start leaning towards Taos, New Mexico.

I must have been around 27 years old when I first learned of Taos. At the time I was hosting a weekly life drawing group out of my home/studio in Kansas City. Gosh it was a great group of women, one of which went on at great length one week about her recent trip to Taos, where she attended a week long watercolor group. My dear friend Maureen and I were mesmerized by her stories and made a vow to go that following year. Not only did we go that year, but for 15 subsequent years thereafter, we made it our annual painting trip. I recall only one year where we had a break – that was a post miserable divorce for me when I was stone cold broke, and during her husband’s kidney transplant. It was always the highlight of my year and I think hers as well. Eventually we abandoned the workshops altogether and simply went on our own.

If you have never had a great painting buddy as an artist, I can’t really explain the kinship. Nor can I relate the connection or bond you develop with a place. And that’s what it was like for  us and Taos.

So, here it is June, and here I go again. Sadly not to meet up with Maureen to paint, but happily to be with another dear friend and old neighbor, Victoria. Almost 10 years ago when I lived in Taos, Victoria lived across the road in her sweet domed house. Life on the Arroyo Hondo mesa, on the outskirts of Taos proper, was rugged and windblown but magnificently beautiful. Easily the most beautiful place I have ever lived. As always with these beautiful places I have been privileged to live in though – winter came. Cold, wind and the dreaded snow.

But New Mexico got in and stayed in my blood.

” …become intoxicated by this irresistible high-altitude landscape they now share with previous generations of settlers. As Georgia O’Keefe once wrote:”

“If you ever go to New Mexico, it will itch you for the rest of your life.” 

and I’m off… New Mexico bound, land of enchantment

(photo by Catherine Massaro)

Antique malls are my most satisfying shopping venues. I can’t remember the last time I went to ‘the mall’. Oh, yea, for a gift card from Penny’s for my mom. One of the things I hear often as I check out is, “My, you have quite a variety of items here!”

And it’s true, my interests are many and varied and range from collectible treasures to well, just the weird and abandoned.

I love, love , love this incomplete set of glasses with screen printed California landmarks. I got them cheap because, as you can see, one is missing from the set. And that’s O.K. with me as it gives me something to hunt for when I’m out. However, if you happen to see these anywhere when you are out, drop me a line, I’m looking to complete the set.

You all know how the old adage goes –

  Fences make good neighbors.

I just smiled big when I saw this fence on a road trip.

Can’t we all just get along?

(Photograph by Catherine Massaro)